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April 6th, 2000
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Somewhere around the first sock in the toilet that flooded my
bathroom, my patience began to fade. I am not a friendly person. The only folks I currently invest any tolerance
in are the one's I feel might be responsible for keeping my off the nursing home circuit someday.
Ringing phone
A ringing phone is met with much anticipation at my home. I am forever dreaming of the day Nicolas Cage or Antonio
Banderes come to their senses, recognize me for the domestic Goddess I truly am, and give me a call.
"Hello?"
"Good Afternoon Miss...blah blah blah."
Nothing impresses me more on a good solicitation call then someone incapable of pronouncing even the simplest of
last names.
"I am very excited to be calling you..."
With a life as dismal as this I imagine they are excited they are not swinging from a noose in their living room.
"Today we are offering a complete one year subscription to our local paper for the unbelievable price of $35.99."
"Do you have a Braille edition?"
"Pardon me?"
"After that horrible pop-tart accident that left me blinded in my right eye, I just can't read anymore. I
am so excited that you called! I feel so shut off. If you don't have Braille, do you offer a reading program? In
fact, can you just call me first thing every morning and read the paper to me? I WANT YOU TO BE MY FRIEND!"
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This even follows me to the office.
"Good afternoon, have I reached a home or a business?"
"Let's go on the assumption you reached a business, shall we? The dead giveaway to that fact is, if I were
home, I would have answered with my trademarked, "Oh my God, I have four children would someone please shoot
me!" answer. Now, what can I do for you?"
"I'm calling on your photo copier. I just need the serial number so we can confirm your order."
How dense do they think I am?
"We have no copier. We use the same piece of carbon paper over and over and over. But the goat ate our only
pencil. Do you sell any of those?"
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"Good afternoon Mrs. Blahblah. This is Bill! I would like to sell you a spot in our timeshare condominium
in Florida! I bet that would help you look forward to the weekends, huh?"
"Bill. Forget the weekends. I have four kids. At this point of my life, I'm looking forward to my coffin."
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